| The son of a horse rancher, Dælvan was trained
to defend the Blightborder, as all other men are. His skill with a bow
and his horsemanship were well appreciated by those around him. He has
always known himself to be lucky, assuming that it was just an extra bit
of skill or good timing. Some days the omens are with you, sometimes not.
He thinks himself fortunate and blessed by the Light. On a trip with his
father to sell horses at the market, he was accused by a greedy Whitecloak
of trying to cheat. In order to clear himself without bloodshed, he offered
to dice for the horse. The Whitecloak agreed if they used his dice, and
immediately lost. Claiming he had been cheated, the Whitecloak called the
town guards. Dælvan was lucky to get away in one piece. He now travels
about, hoping to clear his name and avenge himself on the Whitecloak responsible. |